So over the last few days, I have been banging this in the crib loudly — like, really, really loudly — and I’m wondering: is this how you musical theater/musical nerds feel all the time? I mean, this song, “Wait For It,” had me in my crib yell-singing and ALL IN MY FEELINGS like I was about to burst or some shit. And I couldn’t tell you why. My secret lover’s husband is not off fighting the British in Georgia, my grandfather was not a fire-and-brimstone preacher. (My mother is a genius, tho…)

I can’t even deal with that last “I’M WILLING TO!” that goes right into the super-quiet, “…wait for it.” All I want in the world is to sing “WAIT FOR IT” really loudly right there, but Aaron Burr would have never. Lin-Manuel is just…fuck, man.

Gene Demby

Right, like you get the sense that this is a cat who doesn’t show a whole lot and mostly watches what’s going on. And on the last “…wait for it,” it’s like he’s catching himself.